The Warped City has a many of crooks and crannies, many inhabited by the weak, and many ruled by the strong. However, one street seems to follow neither. Mortis Angiportum is riddled with the trash of the abandoned carnival stalls that once lined the road, now collapsed from rot and age. Scattered across this ancient paved ground lies the half-scrapped corpses of Dreamers and Monsters alike, the only pieces left being what is simply shells. The buildings across the walk are equally stripped of resources, many left standing with only the frame and sign. All except for one. “Dr. Stain’s Repair Services” the glowing neon sign out front reads, brightened even further by the light emanating from within the store, a deep and static red. Many a rumors spread over its source, but two things are clear. Whatever it is, this is its home, and it doesn’t like visitors.
"that's what creatures from the factory are? why are they called that?"
*scopenhauer is a monster, not a dreamer. it's made of fragments of various souls, and was created by the factory. that's why its eyes are like that*
*Oki*
"Your from the factory?"
"like you"
It seems to sigh. "Some beings are dreamers while the others are monsters."
"you'll have to educate me"
"Dreamers, wash upon the shore. And the monsters come from well come from the 'sewers' or factory
"and you're a dreamer. where are the other monsters?"
"Somewhere." It winds it's key
it strokes its chin. "surely you could make something to wind that automatically" it absentmindedly begins drawing rough designs in the dirt with its stuffed fingers
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Alignment: Lawful Evil
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it strokes its chin. "surely you could make something to wind that automatically" it absentmindedly begins drawing rough designs in the dirt with its stuffed fingers
"Other wind ups have self efficient or something cores so they don't need to have or something or have to turn their key." It finishes its key
it strokes its chin. "surely you could make something to wind that automatically" it absentmindedly begins drawing rough designs in the dirt with its stuffed fingers
"Other wind ups have self efficient or something cores so they don't need to have or something or have to turn their key." It finishes its key
it seems more distant now. "fascinating" the plans become more complex, harder to understand. there's more to whatever this would be than just a key winder now
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Alignment: Lawful Evil
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it strokes its chin. "surely you could make something to wind that automatically" it absentmindedly begins drawing rough designs in the dirt with its stuffed fingers
"Other wind ups have self efficient or something cores so they don't need to have or something or have to turn their key." It finishes its key
it seems more distant now. "fascinating" the plans become more complex, harder to understand. there's more to whatever this would be than just a key winder now
it strokes its chin. "surely you could make something to wind that automatically" it absentmindedly begins drawing rough designs in the dirt with its stuffed fingers
"Other wind ups have self efficient or something cores so they don't need to have or something or have to turn their key." It finishes its key
it seems more distant now. "fascinating" the plans become more complex, harder to understand. there's more to whatever this would be than just a key winder now
It spits down against a nearby object
"where do these self sufficient cores come from? is it a modification? a part?"
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Alignment: Lawful Evil
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it strokes its chin. "surely you could make something to wind that automatically" it absentmindedly begins drawing rough designs in the dirt with its stuffed fingers
"Other wind ups have self efficient or something cores so they don't need to have or something or have to turn their key." It finishes its key
it seems more distant now. "fascinating" the plans become more complex, harder to understand. there's more to whatever this would be than just a key winder now
It spits down against a nearby object
"where do these self sufficient cores come from? is it a modification? a part?"
it strokes its chin. "surely you could make something to wind that automatically" it absentmindedly begins drawing rough designs in the dirt with its stuffed fingers
"Other wind ups have self efficient or something cores so they don't need to have or something or have to turn their key." It finishes its key
it seems more distant now. "fascinating" the plans become more complex, harder to understand. there's more to whatever this would be than just a key winder now
It spits down against a nearby object
"where do these self sufficient cores come from? is it a modification? a part?"
"Don't know, never got one."
it finally finishes with its near-impossible to read plans, stretching 5ft across the ground, and lopes over toward you. "this should do it. wind your key for you"
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Alignment: Lawful Evil
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it strokes its chin. "surely you could make something to wind that automatically" it absentmindedly begins drawing rough designs in the dirt with its stuffed fingers
"Other wind ups have self efficient or something cores so they don't need to have or something or have to turn their key." It finishes its key
it seems more distant now. "fascinating" the plans become more complex, harder to understand. there's more to whatever this would be than just a key winder now
It spits down against a nearby object
"where do these self sufficient cores come from? is it a modification? a part?"
"Don't know, never got one."
it finally finishes with its near-impossible to read plans, stretching 5ft across the ground, and lopes over toward you. "this should do it. wind your key for you"
it strokes its chin. "surely you could make something to wind that automatically" it absentmindedly begins drawing rough designs in the dirt with its stuffed fingers
"Other wind ups have self efficient or something cores so they don't need to have or something or have to turn their key." It finishes its key
it seems more distant now. "fascinating" the plans become more complex, harder to understand. there's more to whatever this would be than just a key winder now
It spits down against a nearby object
"where do these self sufficient cores come from? is it a modification? a part?"
"Don't know, never got one."
it finally finishes with its near-impossible to read plans, stretching 5ft across the ground, and lopes over toward you. "this should do it. wind your key for you"
It tilts it's head at the plans
"granted, you would need a good amount of material. brass for the casing, some silver wiring, and a spent soul core"
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Alignment: Lawful Evil
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"granted, you would need a good amount of material. brass for the casing, some silver wiring, and a spent soul core"
"Why a soul core?'' it seems genuinely confused
"its really quite simple. the soul core can contain a soul, which typically, only living flesh can do. we cant use that, unfortunately, but if it can contain a soul, it must be able to mimic some parts of living flesh. furthermore, it can contain the near-infinite energy of a soul, more than ample to contain a lightning strike. a lightning strike is equal to 1,000,000,000 joules, or 1.21 gigawatts, or, 3,630,000,000 wind-ups of your key. we use silver wiring to make sure none of the energy is lost, and run it directly into your motor. we need copper to attract the lightning, silver, for the wiring, and most likely brass for the casing, but a lead interior"
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Alignment: Lawful Evil
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"granted, you would need a good amount of material. brass for the casing, some silver wiring, and a spent soul core"
"Why a soul core?'' it seems genuinely confused
"its really quite simple. the soul core can contain a soul, which typically, only living flesh can do. we cant use that, unfortunately, but if it can contain a soul, it must be able to mimic some parts of living flesh. furthermore, it can contain the near-infinite energy of a soul, more than ample to contain a lightning strike. a lightning strike is equal to 1,000,000,000 joules, or 1.21 gigawatts, or, 3,630,000,000 wind-ups of your key. we use silver wiring to make sure none of the energy is lost, and run it directly into your motor. we need copper to attract the lightning, silver, for the wiring, and most likely brass for the casing, but a lead interior"
"Well I have a soul core even though most wind-ups don't."
The beak seems like it's panicking. It runs around in circles, gibbering.
It's face scrunches as of with shock and it jumps back.
The beak shakes back and forth vigorously, before turning back to the creature before it calmly. "Florble?" It seems to think that if it stays calm, so will the other being.
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Poff is wandering through one of the wilder parts of the island.
Never is singing on a smoky rooftop. Their voice forms a haunting, beautiful melody that seems to swirl around the smoke as if the two were one. *i can give descriptions if necessary*
Lou was heading up a stairwell, following Never's eerie melody, something compelling him to keep heading toward it. He holds a bottle tightly to him, hands lightly shaking. "...Hello...?" He offers in a quiet voice as he steps atop the rooftop, breathing in some of the smoky air, reaching into his pocket for his own source of smoke.
The song is familiar, as is the singer. It's lanky, porcelain marionette with its strings tangled up behind it. Once you get up closer, you can see more of them. Their pale white porcelain is decorated with gold and silver stars, glittering comets, and vibrant streaks of lightning. A colorful stage microphone traces a path from their mouth into their spiky gold and blue hair. The clothes they wear are familiar, fit for a star. Comedy and tragedy masks hang from their belt, the painted faces resembling glam rock stars of old. But the puppet's face, though painted similarly, seems sullen, despite all the grandiosity surrounding it.
as Luigi noticed the flashy figure, he was nearly stunned "W-woah." He mutters, blinking. He quickly fixes his curly pompadour, and straightens his bowtie on his Parlor uniform. "...H-hey." He says in his usual New York Accent, giving a light wave. "I uh... couldn't help but see where the singin' came from." he says wit a light smile, pulling out a cigar. "It sounded kinda... uh... nostalgic?" He offers with a shrug. He puts the cigar in his mouth, sticking out from behind his thick, curly mustache, Lighting it and taking in some of the smoke, releasing a puff that melds with the surrounding smoke.
"Yeah, not surprised." Their eyes go to his cigar. "Got another one of those?"
Luigi nods, pulling out another one from his pocket, offering it to him with a grin. "Yeah, this is good stuff. High quality." he says with a sort of proud look, straightening his vest.
He takes it, rolls it around in his fingers, and gives a small nod. "Looks nice. Got a light?"
"Yup." Luigi nods, before reaching out his lighter, lighting the end, before putting the lighter away in his pocket. "I'm guessing' ya sing?" he asks, raising a brow "you sound familiar. and come to think of it, I've DEFINITELY seen you before." he notes, leaning against a guard rail.
They take a loooooooonnnngggg drag off the cigar and sigh out a puff of smoke. "I'm not surprised. I was pretty big."
Luigi shrugs with a smile. "yeah, I uh... I tried my hand at music once. I had a uh... Ska band." he muses, taking a drag of his own. "Went absolutely nowhere." He adds with a snicker. "So, whaddya doin' up here anyway?" He asks.
"No monsters up here." they blow a smoke ring. "except for us."
"...Fair." he nods, scratching the back of his head. Suddenly, Luigi's body sort of twitches, or tenses up for a second. He look a bit shaken, and after straightening his bowtie and vest, a smile appears on his face, one that's almost nervous. "Y-Y'know... I own the building We're standing on. Its a err... Soda Parlor." He says with a light chuckle. "I could really go for a glass of pop right about now." he says, noticeably fidgeting with his hands. "Howsabout we head downstairs and we get some Fizz?" He offers, putting his hands in his pockets.
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"granted, you would need a good amount of material. brass for the casing, some silver wiring, and a spent soul core"
"Why a soul core?'' it seems genuinely confused
"its really quite simple. the soul core can contain a soul, which typically, only living flesh can do. we cant use that, unfortunately, but if it can contain a soul, it must be able to mimic some parts of living flesh. furthermore, it can contain the near-infinite energy of a soul, more than ample to contain a lightning strike. a lightning strike is equal to 1,000,000,000 joules, or 1.21 gigawatts, or, 3,630,000,000 wind-ups of your key. we use silver wiring to make sure none of the energy is lost, and run it directly into your motor. we need copper to attract the lightning, silver, for the wiring, and most likely brass for the casing, but a lead interior"
"Well I have a soul core even though most wind-ups don't."
"does it have a soul in it? we need an empty one"
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Alignment: Lawful Evil
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The Warped City has a many of crooks and crannies, many inhabited by the weak, and many ruled by the strong. However, one street seems to follow neither. Mortis Angiportum is riddled with the trash of the abandoned carnival stalls that once lined the road, now collapsed from rot and age. Scattered across this ancient paved ground lies the half-scrapped corpses of Dreamers and Monsters alike, the only pieces left being what is simply shells. The buildings across the walk are equally stripped of resources, many left standing with only the frame and sign. All except for one. “Dr. Stain’s Repair Services” the glowing neon sign out front reads, brightened even further by the light emanating from within the store, a deep and static red. Many a rumors spread over its source, but two things are clear. Whatever it is, this is its home, and it doesn’t like visitors.
The Warped City has a many of crooks and crannies, many inhabited by the weak, and many ruled by the strong. However, one street seems to follow neither. Mortis Angiportum is riddled with the trash of the abandoned carnival stalls that once lined the road, now collapsed from rot and age. Scattered across this ancient paved ground lies the half-scrapped corpses of Dreamers and Monsters alike, the only pieces left being what is simply shells. The buildings across the walk are equally stripped of resources, many left standing with only the frame and sign. All except for one. “Dr. Stain’s Repair Services” the glowing neon sign out front reads, brightened even further by the light emanating from within the store, a deep and static red. Many a rumors spread over its source, but two things are clear. Whatever it is, this is its home, and it doesn’t like visitors.
An anthropomorphic stoat made of cast iron and dressed in a chef's hat walks through the street, carrying a bag of parts. They keep checking the husks as if the things might have some internals or valuables left.
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The Warped City has a many of crooks and crannies, many inhabited by the weak, and many ruled by the strong. However, one street seems to follow neither. Mortis Angiportum is riddled with the trash of the abandoned carnival stalls that once lined the road, now collapsed from rot and age. Scattered across this ancient paved ground lies the half-scrapped corpses of Dreamers and Monsters alike, the only pieces left being what is simply shells. The buildings across the walk are equally stripped of resources, many left standing with only the frame and sign. All except for one. “Dr. Stain’s Repair Services” the glowing neon sign out front reads, brightened even further by the light emanating from within the store, a deep and static red. Many a rumors spread over its source, but two things are clear. Whatever it is, this is its home, and it doesn’t like visitors.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"Somewhere." It winds it's key
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
it strokes its chin. "surely you could make something to wind that automatically" it absentmindedly begins drawing rough designs in the dirt with its stuffed fingers
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
"Other wind ups have self efficient or something cores so they don't need to have or something or have to turn their key." It finishes its key
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
it seems more distant now. "fascinating" the plans become more complex, harder to understand. there's more to whatever this would be than just a key winder now
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
It spits down against a nearby object
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
"where do these self sufficient cores come from? is it a modification? a part?"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
"Don't know, never got one."
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
it finally finishes with its near-impossible to read plans, stretching 5ft across the ground, and lopes over toward you. "this should do it. wind your key for you"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
It tilts it's head at the plans
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
"granted, you would need a good amount of material. brass for the casing, some silver wiring, and a spent soul core"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
"Why a soul core?'' it seems genuinely confused
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
"its really quite simple. the soul core can contain a soul, which typically, only living flesh can do. we cant use that, unfortunately, but if it can contain a soul, it must be able to mimic some parts of living flesh. furthermore, it can contain the near-infinite energy of a soul, more than ample to contain a lightning strike. a lightning strike is equal to 1,000,000,000 joules, or 1.21 gigawatts, or, 3,630,000,000 wind-ups of your key. we use silver wiring to make sure none of the energy is lost, and run it directly into your motor. we need copper to attract the lightning, silver, for the wiring, and most likely brass for the casing, but a lead interior"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
*hehe*
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"Well I have a soul core even though most wind-ups don't."
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
The beak shakes back and forth vigorously, before turning back to the creature before it calmly. "Florble?" It seems to think that if it stays calm, so will the other being.
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"...Fair." he nods, scratching the back of his head. Suddenly, Luigi's body sort of twitches, or tenses up for a second. He look a bit shaken, and after straightening his bowtie and vest, a smile appears on his face, one that's almost nervous. "Y-Y'know... I own the building We're standing on. Its a err... Soda Parlor." He says with a light chuckle. "I could really go for a glass of pop right about now." he says, noticeably fidgeting with his hands. "Howsabout we head downstairs and we get some Fizz?" He offers, putting his hands in his pockets.
I love my wife, and hamburger and coca cola and video games and rock music and 80s-90s new wave, and dnd and
"does it have a soul in it? we need an empty one"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
An anthropomorphic stoat made of cast iron and dressed in a chef's hat walks through the street, carrying a bag of parts. They keep checking the husks as if the things might have some internals or valuables left.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.